In a bar in old Montana a rumor circled 'round
How the men went up on the mountain and they never came back down
Tell me why don't they come back, could it be that they lose their will
I have to solve this mystery, had to find out for myself.

So I headed up on the mountain, the trail was deep and long
When I saw her in the shadows, I heard her siren song
She said, "I'm glad you made it, I've been waitin' here just for you.
You look so hungry won't you have some stew?"

Chorus:
Well, it was two parts passion
And a pound of gold
Just enough hope to save your soul
A dash of trust and pure desire
A burnin' ash and a red hot fire
Velvet blood, turtle dove, purple lace, just for taste
Something borrowed and something blue
And the chin of a moose, she called it moosechin stew.

Well, her smile became a rainbow after summer rain
She held me close and whispered, "Darlin' aren't you glad you came?"
Then I knew it was over I had finally learned the truth
There's no resisting what she called moosechin stew.

Chorus:
Well, it was two parts passion
And a pound of gold
Just enough hope to save your soul
A dash of trust and pure desire
A burnin' ash and a red hot fire
Velvet blood, turtle dove, purple lace just for taste
Something borrowed and something blue
And the chin of a moose, she called it moosechin stew.

There's a little witch in every woman
She's free to cast a spell
She'll tempt you with what she got from heaven
And make you feel like hell
Tell me why do they do it
Well, it's a womanly thing to do
Every woman since the first of time
Has her own kind of brew.

Chorus:
Well, it's two parts passion and a pound of gold
Just enough hope to save your soul
A dash of trust and pure desire
Burnin' ash and a red hot fire
Velvet blood, turtle dove, purple lace just for taste
Something borrowed and something blue
And the chin of a moose it's called moosechin stew...